Thomas County cat. [volume] (Colby, Kan.) 1885-1891, 1887-09-08
fooo GIVES II ue.


FoGo GIVES IT UP.
fwo ctories Which Coavincsd Him That
Woman h The Equal Of Man.
Fogg sat upon the veranda, smoking
his evening pipe. in listless ease; his
dreamy meditations broken only by
the occasional fly that titillated his
nose or the grace-saying Of the tuneful
mosquito who stopped for supper.
F"gg was fast entering the land Of
Nod. when he was sudd snly aroused
by the voice Of his helpmate. who was
pouring this vefaciOus narrative into
the ears of neighbor Browns wife:
''She was the strangest cat l ever
saw; so cute. you know. Why. she
knew Sunday when it came around
just as well as l lid Other mornings
she'd tear around and act Just like .
crazy critter until she got her break
fast; but on Sunday morning she'd sit
down on the mat in front of the fire.
place and wash herself as care
fully as you'd wash your John
OF Matilda. Mrs. Brown. and after
she'd finished she jump on the Bible
that you see over there on the table in
the corner. and sit there for half an
hour. Then she'd jump down and
take her milk as quietly rs you please.
And Ill day long she'd act rs unlike
herself rs you can imagine. But NJ m
day morning she was herself again.
You'd think she hadn't had any thing
to eat for . month. and she'd be as
wild As . colt all day long. You
couldn't get her near that table with
the Bible on it for love nor money until
Sunday came round again. Then she'd
act Just rs she had the Sunday before.
and 60 and sit on the Bible before She d
take a mouthful. 1t was just so every
week. / never knew her to miss. and
anybody may say what they please.
but you can't make me believe that cat
didn't know when Sunday came round.
Funny. wasn't it2"
1T was sort o queer. and no mis-
take" replied Mrs Brown. Cats are
awfully knowing. and no mistake.
We had one once; it was malty-no
no. it was the malty that used to cry
whenever sang; this was Beauty. a
yellow cat with white bosom. Well,
we hadn't had her long. when one day
she came in with fresh mackerel. ]
didn't take much notice Of her at first,
until Mr.. Brown called my attention
to her. That cat would usually eat
fish till the cows came home; but there
she sat with the mackerel lyin. before
her. and she didn't offer to torch it.
We thought it was funny. Mr.. Brown
stopped down and looked ut the fish.
why. says he. it's as sweet rs
nut; just of the ice. I should saw.
Let's cook it; too bad to let her palm
it all over
$50 we cooked it for breakfast, and
gave Beauty some, too. 1t was the
incest mackerel I ever ate.
''Well. next day. if you'll believe it.
Beauty came in with another mackerel.
She acted just rs she did the day
before. Just brought it in. you know.
not Offering to touch it afterward. We
had fish for breakfast again that morn
ng, and puss had her share.
"Well. to make long story short,
Beauty brought in a mackerel every
lay for 4 fortnight, and we had
nackerel for breakfast every day until
Brown and ] actually got tired of it,
lad Brown said to me one day:
"''Tildy, 1 guess we've had fish |
enough for the present. / don't want |
o see any more in the house for six |
nonths at least and BESIDES said he,
l don't know as it's just right for us to |
axe these mackerels without knowing
Who they belong to-
Beauty seemed to know every
hing he was saying. and when she
aw that we weren't a-going to take it
he just took up that mackeral and
marched ont of door with it. Brown ]
ollowed TO watch her. and what do
'ou think she did? WHY. she went as
traight as straight could be to the
ish market. just around the corner.
Jumped up on the counter (the fish
ealer wasn't locking. you know.
ropped the mackerel and started for
ome again. just rs though nothing
ad happened. Aud the strangest
hing of all was" added hrs. Brown,
that cat never broght another fish in
D the house as long as we had her"
When Mrs. Brown had finished.
ogg smoked on in silence for the
pace Of FIVE minutes; then he got up,
nOcked the ashes out of his pipe, and
half audibly: after this
II never say again that women are
lfcrior to men. I find I've misjudged
lem all along Transcript